Mated To The King’s Gamma By Jessica Hall

Chapter 53

Gannon

For two days, I listened to his screams when they finally cut out. Liam sighs and pouts,

“Pussy! I wanted to feed him his bowel first.” Liam growls, looking down at Doyle’s limbless body.

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you removed his heart,” I say, pointing to his hand. Liam looks at the hand that is holding Doyle’s heart. “Oh, yeah, that would have done it,” he says, tossing it over his shoulder.

My skin itches from all the blood caked on it. Thick like gravy, I was surprised he lasted this long, and if it wasn’t for the blood bags Liam got, he probably would have died yesterday when we removed his arms. Liam whistles happily when the bell rings, signaling someone is here.

“Yes! Customers. Missed my calling, I did. I reckon my steaks look pretty good. Wonder if they want to try my marinated Doyle steaks or the Doyle sausage,” Liam says, excitedly taking the tray he had been placing his were-steaks on. He was taking the butchering too seriously. I laugh as he grabs his tray and races to the front of the store before I hear the shrill scream of a woman before the bells sounded as she rushes out.

“But it is a delicacy! Marinated him myself for 12 hours!” I hear Liam call out to her. I shake my head, taking my rubber apron off. I hang it on the hook next to the freezer door. Liam comes in with his tray in hand, looking rather upset that the woman, whoever she was, didn’t want to try his Doyle steaks.

all that time marinating those,” he says, tossing the tray on the counter. He washes his knives and places them in his satchel. Grabbing the soap, I scrub my hands clean when Liam growls. Peering over my shoulder

You better hope I can

clean his apron in cold water. “He turned it pink. I’ll just say it is salmon. I

you can’t,” I laugh before looking down at my jeans. Not even the apron could save them. I sigh, walking out through the shop to the car and retrieving the bag from the trunk. I always brought spare clothes. The town square was pretty quiet as I finally got outside. There are plenty of stares, but no one dared say anything. I was kind of waiting for them to break out in a dance, like a flash mob, with the way the noise stopped abruptly, and everyone

head, I pop the trunk, grab a fresh shirt, and pull it on. Hearing the butcher’s shop bell jingle, I glance over my shoulder, and a scream rings out from an elderly lady sitting out

that has plopped on his foot as he shakes

is not coming in the car. Put it in the trunk,” I

how will it dry?he

Oliver. The kids will freak if they see you like that,” I

his balls. I chuckle, shaking my head when people rush over to the small bakery. Liam glances over there, and so do I and I

naked ass tensing as he performed the task. A piece of scone flies from her mouth, and she sucks in a breath before he lets her go. The woman collapses on the ground and Liam clicks his tongue, sitting her up, his junk right in her face. She gasps, her

at him, appalled, his dick slapping her cheek as he turns to walk back to the

toward the passenger side, and I jump in the driver’s seat, starting the car. The engine revs loudly as I tear out of the town square, headed for the orphanage. Liam lights a smoke, and I click my fingers at him before he growls, pulling the smoke from between his lips and handing it to me and lighting another. I drawback on

doing with them, anyway? Since when did you become fatherly?” Liam asks, and I shrug.